In another room

Staring at Phoebe, I say to my balled my wife, “Hunny, do you mind if we next this to another room? You can get some sleep, and I don’t want you to see the ways I’m about to **** this woman.”

Monica grunts. I assume it means she doesn’t care. I get off the bed and open the door. I gesture to Phoebe, “After you.”

Her eyes are wide with the possibilities of what I might do to her. Did she push me too far?

Hesitantly she gets off the bed then walks with confidence out the door. As she struts past me, I smack her ass as hard as I can. It even leave my hand stinging. Phoebe yelps.

Joey sits up on the couch and pulls his blanket over his lap. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I answer. “I’m just about to take your little wife behind a close door and **** the shit out of her as payback for the last decade.”

“Are you okay with this?” Joey asks his wife with actually concern on his face.

“I’m okay babe. You know that I like it rough,” she replies and strides straight into her bedroom.

“Don’t hurt her,” Joey says.

“I’m not going to hurt her. I just need to get some sexual frustration out. I didn’t want my wife to see how pent up I am. It’s all cool. We’re going to have fun.”

I leave him. Once in the room with Phoebe I command, “Lay on your back and hang your head off the side of the bed. Now open your mouth wide.”